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Three more times you'll call to shame,
In desperation I'll be there to respond to my name,
Infinitely caring and being at your guard,
Distanced by a couple hints, of which I disregard,

Two people to whom a relationship is shared from,
Doubts in my head, I should've prepared my recon,
Foreseeing my feelings, of loss and despair,
Unable to comprehend those emotions we no longer share,

One more day before it's torn apart,
My anticipation stops the fluid entertaining my heart,
Did it even hurt? You couldn't care less,
Meanwhile I'm here, left to obsess,

Could do with being hugged,
But I have zero more reasons to be loved,
I loved you so deeply, you were every part of me,
As now I fall deeper into Greek tragedy,

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